It is Sunday evening and I have a melancholic feeling of not wanting the Sabbath to end, especially as it’s going to be (another) very busy week and I am recovering from jet lag. Time abroad, particularly the long hours in mid-air which so strangely ushers it in and out, affords an opportunity for a fresh perspective which always leaves me resolved to ration my commitments and have more Sabbath time for prayer and recreation. Sadly this resolve seldom outlasts the return, with its already accumulated jungle of tasks waiting to be cleared just to see the way forward.